I hear a phone that is not answered. I listen for some time. The ringtone trails off and seems to leave an echo in my brain. Where is the owner of the phone. Is he/she still alive. Has something gone wrong or are they merely indisposed. This might be an important call… it’s your bossContinue reading “A ringing phone”
Category Archives: prose
Ailments can add appeal
Almost anyone with hiccups will sound cute. Just like almost anyone with a cold — when they speak, that is. I like the way people’s voices sound when they just wake up. Sort of scratchy yet soothing. Maybe people sound better or come across as more winsome when their defenses are down.
The goings on at the ponds
The great egrets shunned the other waterfowl. The egrets were staying in Vegas as part of their winter migrational route. Like an ivy league clique, they stuck up their bills while congregating in a lush, green riparian grove, which made their white plumage all the more stunning — like fresh-fallen snow. And they knew it.Continue reading “The goings on at the ponds”
Ever-rest
Holding my breath until the weekend. Some weeks feel like ascending Everest—with its peak being my two days off, of course. Everest even contains the word “rest,” as well as “ever,” which to me means perpetual leisure and not death. Imagine having leisure forever. This would not be like something enjoyed by a vampire, forContinue reading “Ever-rest”
Shell
Once I found a seashell that I still have to this day. It was carried ashore by the belligerent tide at Jones Beach State Park in New York when I was a child. And now, as I feel tossed by my turbulent thoughts and frozen by frightening uncertainties, I hold onto it for solace —Continue reading “Shell”
On personal solubility
I’ve pinned a button onto my jacket that denotes me as soluble. Pure and simple. It’s a blue button with white text. I’ve a high potential for condensation. I feel I could dissolve like salt in warm water. In an argument, I can disintegrate into clumps like acrylic in an acetone bath. Don’t ever wetContinue reading “On personal solubility”
Two Eggs
First of all, the eggs in my dream were not in their carton. They stood upright, transfixed inside my fridge, side by side as if a married couple on their porch. Who knows what they were looking at? Perhaps each other. Observing them, they struck me as enigmatic, and so of course I thought ofContinue reading “Two Eggs”
Lofty living with my cat
When my cat is on my bed there is nothing left for her to attain. In her feline world, it is the pinnacle of places in which to rest and roam. My bed is like New York City, where there is nowhere left to go. Meaning, anywhere else is a step down. So you justContinue reading “Lofty living with my cat”
Morning Meanderings
A cow’s moo and the muffled grunt of Frankenstein’s monster (Karloff). Compare & contrast. ** I am in my cocoon right now, complete with classical music (Chopin’s Mazurkas) coffee and Wayne Koestenbaum’s Pink Trance Notebooks, dudes. In a bubble I might instead be listening to Bach or Brahms and per chance reading Bukowski? ** ThoughtContinue reading “Morning Meanderings”
